“Do what?”
“You know.” I took his chin in my fingers when he looked away, pulled his eyes back to mine. “You know what I mean, baby. Nothing to be embarrassed about. You’re gorgeous.” I let my gaze wander down his body as I said it. He was pink, but I couldn’t tell if it was from the heat of the shower or his bashfulness, so I picked up my own dick and gave it a few strokes. Lead by example, Angelo Messina always used to say—okay, in pretty different circumstances, but it still fit.
I smirked at the thought, and that too seemed to encourage Aidan. He stared hard at my crotch as he ran a hand down to his nuts, cupping them with his left hand, taking up his cock in the right. He tugged at it slowly, massaging the head and under his ridge with the pad of his thumb. I watched closely, trying to memorize it not just so I could do it how he liked it when I played with him later—and I wasdefinitelyplaying with him later—but also so I’d have something tucked away in the spank bank myself after he took his vows and became truly untouchable.
He leaned to the side, his shoulder on the tiles, and gave a smile. “Come here. You’ll get cold.”
I went to him and pushed him against the tiled wall, leaned my arm above his head, covering his mouth with mine as we both jacked ourselves, the water streaming between us. When I couldn’t stand it any longer I stopped, looked down between us, and put my fingers on his wrist. “Can I try?”
His hand fell away at once. “Please.” His eyes were heavy-lidded, glazed, but they went wide again when I pressed up against him and took both our dicks together in my hand, squeezing and rubbing them together. “Teo.” My name came out of his mouth like a curse, but it had never sounded sweeter.
“You like what I’m doing to you?”
His head fell back against the wall and he nodded, gave a groan as I kept it up. It felt good to me, too, but that wasn’t what I was even thinking about. I kissed him messily, smearing our spit everywhere while I kept up the friction on his dick, got him whimpering and thrusting up into my hand, and then I stopped, rubbed my thumb over both our slits to collect a sticky dribble of pre-cum from both.
“You wanted to taste,” I told him, and pressed my thumb into his mouth. His eyes rolled back and I felt his tongue rippling, curling, seeking out every atom of flavor. I pulled my thumb out slow, let him hollow his cheeks as he sucked, and imagined what my dick would look like coming out of the tight ring of his lips.
“I want more,” he said, just about pouting, and then he looked up at me from under wet eyelashes stuck together like stars. “I could get on my knees…”
I had a hand on the back of his neck that tightened up when he suggested it, and my teeth clenched with desire. But: “I ain’t planning on messing around with you in here,” I told him, and when his face fell, I kissed his downturned mouth. “Not like that. We got a bed, didn’t we? It’ll be better in there.”
That cheered him up. I stopped teasing his body and washed him down, then I let him wash me, even play with my cock a little, until the water went suddenly cold and we both yelped and tried to turn it off, laughing. Aidan had taken the worst of the cold water, so I dried him roughly, getting the blood flowing back through his skin, the warmth back in his body. And then we went back into the room, fell on the bed laughing, wrapped up in each other.
I’d never felt so…
Solight.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Aidan
Iknew, logically, that I was in danger. Big, huge, messy danger that was going to end badly one way or another, since there seemed to be more than one crime Family involved. But somehow, between the shock of finding out who my assailant had been, the fast drive out of Boston, and arriving here at a spooky old motel, my fear had done a one-eighty and metamorphosed into euphoria—or something like it.
Feeling Teo’s erection rubbing against my own in the shower had definitely been a mood-brightener.
It was probably a way to cope, the rational part of me thought, a way to displace the anxiety and allow myself to still act and move in the world without falling into a little heap of crying jello. But the rational part of me slipped away with each kiss Teo gave me as we lay there on the bed. The touch of his lips on my cheeks, my nose, my eyelids, and finally my mouth—each of them moved me further away from fear and further into ecstasy.
“So can I try it?” I asked breathlessly, when there was a pause in the kissing.
“Whatever you like, baby,” he rumbled, and then went on sucking his way down my neck. I moaned and then moaned again as he found my nipple. “But you need to tell me what it is you want.”
“Can I…” I paused, shyness coming over me again. “I’d like to use my mouth,” I tried again. “On you. On your, um…”
Teo stopped kissing my neck and looked up to give me a slow smirk. “You wanna suck my dick?”
“If that’s okay?”
“Mm. You think I’d ever turn you down, asking so sweet like you do?” He captured my mouth again and let me caress his tongue with mine. I still felt so new to kissing, but I liked it. I liked it a lot. I’d wondered several times, though, what it would be like to kiss him down there, to suck on his thick shaft the same way I sucked on his tongue. To try and delight him the same way he’d delighted me the night before.
He broke away from my mouth. “Yeah, you can do that. On two conditions.”
“What?” I asked, distracted by his neck-kissing once more.
“First, you ask right. Tell me you want my dick in your mouth.”
“I want your dick in my mouth,” I said at once, and he grinned. “And second?”
“Second, I get to do you at the same time.”
